how did it come to this?
it rained exeptionally heavy last night, which was good. i've had just about enough of light drizzles already. as i walked home last night i felt a sudden urge to jump into puddles and throw away my umbrella(which i couldn't since the umbrella wasn't mine.). I wasn't about to get myself more sick than i was too. I walked into puddles instead(there was a considerable amount of deep puddles already.). My mood was uplifted by oh so much.
got home in time to watch the Green Mile. it's a movie adaptation from the stephen king book of the same title(again)(which i read). the book was wonderful, sad, and insightful. the movie, likewise, was amazing, interesting, and sad. i practically cried through some heavy parts of the show. the movie is basically about these few prison guards at the green mile - a keeping place for death-row convicts until they 'walk the mile' themselves - and how their lives change with the appearence of this giant of a man, john coffey(just like the drink, only spelt differently.). along the way from the arrival the the death of this great man there's percy the annoying, hate-me prison ward, 'del', the italian convict who's scared like hell of every little thing, mr jingles, a 'circus mouse', so tame and clever everybody loves it, ad the literal rotten-core in the show, billy "wild bill" wharton.
a three hour long show, yet i was glued to the seat every moment, and i can see all the critical acclaim attached to this movie. though at times difficult to understand(dam the cockney accents), there is no doubt the show is great and the actors, superb. there is, however, certain ommisions and additions and changes to the book versh, although it didn't much change the effect or the endingof the book. a must see for all who haven't caught it already. wheee.
a point of annyance yesterday was the quarrel between my uncle(yes, him again), his guitar playing, and my mom. i mean, it was in the middle of the night and he was wailing away. no doubt anyone who heard will be irritated, as did my mother and me, who were so engrossed in trying to hear what the peeps were saying(yes even she was watching). stupid quarrel that resulted in me not understanding certain parts of the show. it went like this:
my mother was trying to get my uncle's attention, then she asked him nicely to stop playing the guitar cause people will complain. then that stupd man retroted like he was about to eat us up, or that his life depended on winning that. so he said he didn;'t understand why he couldn't play as there were people who sing, maybe even more loudly than him early in the morning( a lame and dumb arguement - who ever heard of not being allowed to sing in the morning?!). which my mom pointed out. which he got embarresed at(or should be, i doubt he actually was). which he retorted again that the construction works downstairs were noisy(again, a dumb/lame arguement), which again my mother pointed out(yay!). seeing that he couldn;t win the battle no more, he left in a huff.
boo hoo, little polly's going to her mama. what a loser. he didn't come back after that(overused tatic, why don't he(she) grow up?). that adds another point to my dont-like-you factor.
oh well. long blog i see. shall refrain from winning the longest blog ever competition. tataz
xxx
